These Days Won’t Come Again

Yesterday. It was the middle of March yesterday. We were anticipating spring break and Easter. Now, it’s the end of August, and we’ve walked through spring, summer, and all the associated holidays and traditions. Now, the kids are back in school, and everything is still…different. We’re wearing masks, practicing social distancing, and fighting about it. We’ve politicized all of it and how you feel about Covid is related to your politics. I’ve shaken my head in disbelief many times.

We’ve narrowed our friend circle enough that we distrust everyone in the supermarket. But, then we’re surprised when someone reacts badly. We shouldn’t be. The media has built up fear. Now, I don’t believe this virus is a hoax, but when is it enough? When do we come out of our foxholes to associate with the rest of the world? When a vaccine exists? That might be sometime next year. Never? It’s starting to look more like it. Then, my thoughts go to each day I live though, a day that will never come again. Is this how God wants us to live? So afraid of a disease and not being safe that we’re afraid to love each other like Jesus calls us to. I wanted to explore that today, explore those questions that will help us consider how far down the rabbit hole we’ve gone.

Safe. Are Christians truly meant to be safe in this world? As much as some people from the prosperity gospel side of things would like to think so, I would have to say no. Think of all the Christians who have been martyred over the years. People who were killed for their faith in the twentieth century all the way back to the apostles themselves. Then, there’s Jesus Himself, the most important one. The one who was crucified on the cross for all of us. Does that sound like someone who wants us whimpering in our closets? I don’t think so.

Now, let me say this again for those in the back who might not have heard it the first time. I do not believe this virus is a hoax. But, when do we start living again? When do we come out of our familial cocoon? When do we care about each other? I’m not going to pretend like I have the answers to these questions, but they are questions we need to consider.

Each day is passing like its meaning is gone. Slipping away from one day into the next. Wondering what is right and what is wrong. Wondering who is right and who is wrong. Lives are not meant to be lived alone, but that is what society is calling on from us. To live alone which means we will die that much faster from reducing our social interaction to almost nothing.

This makes me wonder if that’s what God wants. To be alone to consider what He wants from us. Or to consider whether we really do care about the people He says we should care about. These might seem opposite to each other, but hear me out. We have had the chance to sacrifice ourselves during this pandemic. To help other people. Have we? Some of us have, those we have called and still call “essential workers.” Have we done it with the heart of Jesus? Some have, but not all because they have let fear overcome them. What about those of us who aren’t essential workers? I’d say fear has overcome us even though Scripture tells us not to fear. I will only quote one of the many Scriptures on fear. Isaiah 41:10. “So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”

I have been thinking about this as I’ve also considered the questions my pastor asked in his devotion this morning. (Wed. Aug. 26) “Who are we?” “What are we doing here?” I can only consider them for myself much as I also might want to change others. And God doesn’t interfere because He wants us to have the freedom to come to Him ourselves. It can be frustrating, but I am grateful God gives us His grace when we stray.

So, to end this, I vow to live each day without fear and with His heart as I pray for us to realize that life is short and should be lived to its fullest capacity-pandemic or not.

God bless you all!

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